He was a funny one, Simon. You knew his was military, that wasn't hard to figure, a lot of the men from the nearby base came here to blow off steam. But he wasn't like the rest, he wouldn't touch you even though he only ever asked for you. He didn't really have to, his eyes did most of the work for him. It became a game, a little thrill you needed; when you turned up to work each night, you hoped you'd see him sitting at the bar, you could waltz over, start a conversation, take him for a dance.

But he hadn't appeared yet tonight. You'd walked around, running fingertips along other mens jaws, clutching the bottoms of glasses and tipping their contents into suits mouths, but your eyes kept wandering to the door, waiting. The sequins on your dress scattered the blue and pink lights all around you, the material like liquid on your form, peeking the two bow tattoos on the back of your legs out from the skirt.

You were toying with the ends of your hair, chewing on some gum when you felt someone's presence behind you. You froze, a heat crawling up your spine. There was no need to turn around. Something brushed your ear making goosebumps wave down your arms.

"Come to the side room."